Last week I attended a conference in Atlanta so jam-packed with information there was barely a chance to leave the building. The enormous hotel pictured above served as our mini-world: meeting place, restaurant, and bedroom. I didn't even poke my nose outside until late Wednesday evening.
That night we got a chance to sneak out and see the city. We decided to go to Ted Turner's restaurant when the concierge told us it was a "short walk down to the corner and across the street". He failed to mention, however, just how many corners and street crossings this would actually involve. I believe it must have been at least 21 blocks later before we huffed and puffed our way through the restaurant door. Our walking tour of Atlanta revealed one important fact about the city...it has a lot of steep hills.
Fact #2 about Atlanta. It has an airport the size of Rhode Island. The only swift way to get from one end to the other is via a shuttle that literally whisks passengers from gate to gate. If you don't hang on, prepare to fall down (speaking from experience).
After a lengthy weather flight delay, I finally got back home late Thursday night. Add in more meetings on Friday and it's been a long, hectic week. Right now Indy is napping in my lap and Bogey is purring like a freight train. What was it Dorothy once said?
Oh yes...there's no place like home.